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That Time You Didn’t Cross the Lane — Messengers Amongst Us



I nearly died after I was seven-years-old.

We have been on a “Nice American Winnebago Highway Journey” by means of the Wild West — on the mercy of my scenic route-loving father. (Hyperlink to that story right here.) Someday, we stopped for a picnic in a park in Albuquerque, New Mexico. To get to the shaded space and playground, we needed to stroll throughout a four-lane thoroughfare. Off my sisters went, together with Mother, then I adopted. Pop took the rear.

Perhaps it was the anticipation of recent, unexplored play gear or possibly I used to be simply an impatient child, however I took off like a rocket, desirous to discover the unknown. I zoomed by means of every lane till my toe almost collided with the white dotted traces of the final lane. Abruptly from behind, I heard Pop yell, “Annie! STOP!” And I did. I ended proper there within the third lane simply as a white choose up truck sped previous me within the fourth lane, blowing my strawberry blonde hair over my flushed cheeks.

To this present day, I’m shocked that I listened to Pop. I wasn’t precisely a opposite youngster, however typical seven-year-old Annie would have saved working, hollering again, “Why?” However that day I didn’t query, and my life was spared.

I’ve puzzled whether or not an angel held its hand earlier than me, stopping me from crossing the lane. Others may say it was simply good luck or that it merely wasn’t my time to go. Whereas I do imagine in angels, I don’t suppose it was an angel or destiny that prevented me from being crushed by a truck that day.

I believe it was a messenger.


Thirty-three years later, Pop scheduled conferences with three oncologists for his pancreatic most cancers prognosis. He had solely been identified three days once we walked into the workplace of a tiny, slender lady with a youthful, form face. We met along with her for half an hour, me rattling off a listing of questions, and Pop quietly sizing her solutions. She was sharp, but delicate, and instructed us the reality about Pop’s scenario with out including any further fears to these already wrestling inside us.

Once we left, I requested Pop what he thought.

“She was good,” he mentioned. “I like her.”

“Nicely, now we have two different appointments to go to,” I reminded him.

“No,” he mentioned. “We don’t must trouble with the others. Let’s simply stick along with her.”

“Why?” I requested. “What if the opposite medical doctors are higher?”

“As a result of,” he mentioned as I wheeled him to the automotive. By then, Pop’s mobility had already begun to deteriorate. “I believe God despatched her to us.”

I couldn’t argue with that. He was the affected person, in any case, and in addition, I used to be accustomed to Pop proclaiming such prophecies. A deeply non secular man, Pop usually delivered daring messages to anybody, by no means involved with whether or not they have been a believer or not. In case you had a headache, he’d place his hand in your brow and say, “In Jesus’s title, be healed.” He talked overtly in regards to the Holy Spirit and the way its energy was the identical as that which raised Jesus from the lifeless. To him, if now we have the Holy Spirit inside us, why can’t we pray over somebody who’s sick or proclaim that God despatched us a health care provider?

Nonetheless, his fast choice bothered me. Then, when just a bit over two months later, he handed away, his physique by no means robust sufficient to obtain any remedy however a few “final hope” surgical procedures (introduced on by different medical doctors) and hospice, I actually questioned the entire “God despatched her to us” assertion. How might God have despatched us somebody who did principally nothing?


It was simply two days after my most cancers prognosis when, whereas exercising on the elliptical, I heard my husband calling me from our bed room.

“I’ve the hospital on the telephone,” he hollered. “They gave us two names to select from for oncologists.”

The primary title belonged to a male physician I’d by no means heard of earlier than. However the different belonged to a tiny, slender lady with a youthful, form face, a health care provider who was sharp, but delicate. I figured these have been the highest two oncologists on the hospital as a result of my husband was on the telephone with the CEO. (In what can solely be divine intervention, he occurs to know the hospital CEO.) I additionally knew that I had by no means come to phrases with Pop’s prophecy about his oncologist. It had haunted me for 2 years as a result of by no means earlier than had my father been so incorrect about God. I merely couldn’t see how she was “despatched to us” if she was so ineffective in his case.

My first response was to go along with the title I didn’t acknowledge. It will be a clear begin. I wouldn’t be haunted by ghosts of Pop’s most cancers. And as I began to say as such to my husband, I heard Pop, as boldly because the day he hollered, “Annie! STOP!” Solely this time I heard from behind, “I believe God despatched her to us.” So, I ended. I obtained off the elliptical, which I by no means do mid-workout, and ran to my husband. My eyes glistened as I instructed him what Pop had mentioned two and a half years earlier.

“What if God despatched her to us for me? What if Pop unknowingly mentioned these phrases as a result of I would want her sooner or later?”

So we selected her. And when she walked into her workplace two days later for my first appointment, she appeared me sq. within the eyes and gently mentioned, “What it’s worthwhile to know is that you’re not your father. His most cancers was dangerous — as dangerous because it will get. Yours isn’t. Any concern you will have due to him, it’s worthwhile to let go.”

I cried. No, I wept. She handed me Kleenex, and I snotted proper there beside her — ugly, ugly tears. Tears of reduction. For the final week I had been tangled in a ball of hysteria as a result of all my ideas have been of my father’s most cancers — the ache, the struggling, and principally, the hopelessness that forged a sinister shadow on our hearts. My fears had shook me to my core, making me unable to see clearly how significantly better I had it, how a lot earlier I used to be identified, and the way promising my prospects have been. In that go to, she rescued me from the primary tangle.

I see this physician each two weeks. We have gotten quick mates. She is simply as form and delicate with me as she was with Pop — an empathy most cancers sufferers want. However that’s not why I now imagine Pop’s prophecy.


One go to was possibly solely seven minutes — the shortest go to I’ve ever had along with her. The whole time she talked about my kids, their sports activities and dance and what they have been as much as. She didn’t point out me in any respect.

“Physician,” I lastly lower in. “What about me? My labs? My progress?”

“Oh you?” she smiled. “You’re advantageous.” And she or he virtually waved me off. “I’m not anxious about you.”

So I mentioned, “Nicely, in the event you’re not anxious, then I suppose I shouldn’t be.”

Once I shared that account with my sisters, certainly one of them mentioned, “Oh! If we might solely study to say that to God each day!”

The following go to I instructed her that my mother-in-law was on the town and that she wept as she dropped me off for chemo.

“Why?” my physician requested.

“Nicely, I suppose as a result of it’s overwhelming to ship your daughter-in-law off to chemo,” I answered.

She stopped what she was doing and mentioned, “She is aware of your chemotherapy is healing, proper? You’ve instructed her this?”

“I believe so,” I mentioned, however in fact I hadn’t instructed my mother-in-law that. How might I, when as robust as my religion is, I’m nonetheless attacked by sufficient doubt that I’m afraid to be so daring with my prognosis? What if I’m incorrect?

My physician leaned in nearer. “Do you know that what we’re doing is healing?”

“Sure,” I lied.

Within the final dialog we had, we went over what occurs in August when chemotherapy ends — what the subsequent 5 years of tumor marker exams, CT scans, and MRIs will seem like.

“How do you’re feeling about all of it?” I requested her nervously.

“Oh about you? I’m not anxious. You’re going to be advantageous,” she mentioned.

There it was once more. One other daring, promising assertion from her, delivered with the utmost peace. I had been working towards the fourth lane since my prognosis, disregarding any promising messages, however I lastly stopped. It had sunk in why God completely did ship us this physician.


The Bible’s pages are full of prophecies from God’s messengers — Abraham, Moses, Isaiah, John the Baptist, Paul. However did I ever think about what occurred after the Bible was completed and despatched off to the Random Home of early Christianity for publishing? Did God immediately cease sending His messages by means of others as a result of, nicely, the e book is finished and we will all simply refer again to it if now we have any questions — the top?

If God despatched His solely Son to earth, not simply to avoid wasting us from our sins, however as a result of He knew how tough it was for people to imagine in one thing we can’t see, why wouldn’t He nonetheless use that tactic right now? Understanding our vulnerabilities, understanding us the best way a mum or dad understands their youngster, why wouldn’t God ship us messages by means of folks we belief? And why wouldn’t that message come from the lips of a tiny, slender lady with a youthful, form face, a health care provider who’s sharp, but delicate?

I do know sufficient to know that there are angels amongst us, miracles are actual, and typically once we can’t hear God, we hear Him by means of somebody we can see and listen to. “And your ears shall hear a phrase behind you, saying, ‘That is the best way, stroll in it,’ once you flip to the best or once you flip to the left.” (Isaiah 30:21) Pop was God’s messenger thirty-five years in the past in Albuquerque. And God, understanding the concern and concern I battle right now, has despatched me one other messenger to silence that doubt, permitting me to as soon as and for all belief God unconditionally and comply with Him the place He’s main me. He sends messengers to you too. Perhaps you are His messenger right now.

I not too long ago learn that prophets have been as soon as known as “Man of God.” Pop wasn’t a prophet on paper, however I believe he got here fairly shut. Unknowingly, we selected the phrases, “Man of God” for his headstone.

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Victoria Joy
I am an independent lady, working hard to share my ideas from my experiences to the whole world. I want people to be happier and to understand that your life is very very important. Walk with me and experience the beauty this world can offer by following simple logical steps.


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